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RE: Art Explained By A Writer: Woman In A Boat (1924)
I perceive the story, like the rite of potato bags and a clean strategy to embroider at the wrong time, from the humidity of the table and the broken glass. We keep throwing bottles into the lake. The scars are marginalized, hidden. The basement remains dark and mysterious. The cat is the best company as long as you can redeem some bottles and have at least one tea, strange and smelly. The boat is a small goldsmith to cross to the other shore. Wow. Always creating golden threads that tangle the heart.
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There's no strange smell to the tea, is there something wrong with your nose? It's ginger, very healthy and as you see I am still alive and can even throw bottles further in the river than the very first who was stuck in the mud and is lost. You better dry my epistels so I can send them again. It's an emergency SOS message in the bottle.
A small goldsmith.. do you believe a boat like that can float?